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hagaroad favorited a video
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one of the most beautiful songs. ever. in the world.
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The Death of Harry Simms
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Come and listen to my story...
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The Death of Harry Simms
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Come and listen to my story, come and listen to my song
I will tell you of a hero, who's now dead and gone
I will tell you of a young boy, whose age was nineteen
He was the bravest union man, that I have ever seen
Harry Simms was a palomine, we labored side by side
Expecting to be shot on sight, or taken for a ride
By them dirty cold operator gun thugs, that roamed from town to town
A-shooting down the union men, where e'er they may be found
Harry Simms was walkin' down the track, one bright sun-shiney day
He was a youth of courage, his step was light and gay
He did not know the gun thugs was hiding on the way
To kill our brave young comrade this bright sun-shiney day
Harry Simms was killed on Brush Creek, in nineteen thirty-two
He organized the miners, into the N.M.U.
He gave his life in struggle, that was all that he could do
He died for the union, also for me and you.
Aunt Molly Jackson
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hagaroad liked a video
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The Death of Harry Simms
http://en.wikiped...)
Come and listen to my story...
more
The Death of Harry Simms
http://en.wikiped...)
Come and listen to my story, come and listen to my song
I will tell you of a hero, who's now dead and gone
I will tell you of a young boy, whose age was nineteen
He was the bravest union man, that I have ever seen
Harry Simms was a palomine, we labored side by side
Expecting to be shot on sight, or taken for a ride
By them dirty cold operator gun thugs, that roamed from town to town
A-shooting down the union men, where e'er they may be found
Harry Simms was walkin' down the track, one bright sun-shiney day
He was a youth of courage, his step was light and gay
He did not know the gun thugs was hiding on the way
To kill our brave young comrade this bright sun-shiney day
Harry Simms was killed on Brush Creek, in nineteen thirty-two
He organized the miners, into the N.M.U.
He gave his life in struggle, that was all that he could do
He died for the union, also for me and you.
Aunt Molly Jackson
http://en.wikiped...
Jim Garland
http://en.wikiped...
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hagaroad liked a video
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Song written by Florence Reece in 1931. She was the wife of Sam Reece, a...
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Song written by Florence Reece in 1931. She was the wife of Sam Reece, a union organizer for the United Mine Workers in Harlan County, Kentucky. In 1931, the miners of that region were locked in a bitter and violent struggle with the mine owners. In an attempt to intimidate the Reece family, Sheriff J. H. Blair and his men (hired by the mining company) illegally entered the Reece family home in search of Sam Reece. Sam had been warned in advance and escaped, but Florence and their children were terrorized in his place. That night, after the men had gone, Florence wrote the lyrics to "Which Side Are You On?" on a calendar that hung in the kitchen of her home.
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hagaroad favorited a video
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calexico
Walking south along the river
never had he found that t...
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Trigger
calexico
Walking south along the river
never had he found that twist of pleasure
remembering times when they were younger
setting the town on fire
and watching as his fellow friends
fell apart in the wake
claiming it was all just a mistake
when his finger pulled the trigger
and he shot everyone
it was all just a mistake
when he shot everyone
nothing will stand in the way
when hunger hasn't eaten for days
scrounges around where ends meet
and disappears into the fray
he hopes for awhile he'll reconcile
the pain that never dies
the ghosts of his family constantly
gnawing at his insides
he pulls out a worn photo
and an old handmade gun
wishes it was he who was frying
when he set the whole town on fire
he walks off crying
he shot everyone
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